Lyrics Flicking Cigarettes at the Sun - Pere Ubu

Flicking Cigarettes at the Sun

In the jet fuel dawn
Of a runway town
The sun is a spectacular orb
Perched upon the ground
Yesterday haunts all your tomorrows
Flicking cigarettes at the sun
One more spark ought to see it done
Eucalyptus flames
Flickering through the streetcar names
Block after block
Coffee’s in the pot
Clock on the wall’s about to drop
Fare thee well Los Angeles
Your shuddering breath
Your ever-lingering death
Awkward and cruel
I wish you Götterdämmerung Los Angeles
Here it is
Your flaming Dead Pool
In Bay City
Waves pull away th sands
Grain by grain
Fare thee well Los Angels